Broken Strings, Broken Hearts

I broke a string yesterday and I didn't know what to do with myself.

I came home after worship at camp in hopes of starting a recording for "Run, Love, Run." Naturally, I picked up my beloved guitar and started playing some of songs. Sometimes All the times it feels great to strum out some chords! The song led me into a palm mute, and the moment my palm hit the bed of strings, my D string snapped at the bridge with a twang! Needless to say, there was way too much tension.

At that moment, my heart stopped, and I suddenly didn't know what to do with myself. 

You see, my guitar and I have this really intimate relationship, something like what the homies would call "tight", but it's more than just tight. We're so close that I never needed to name her. We just know each other. She's there for me when I'm singing hallelujahs, and she's there for me when I need to cry. She sings with me and she sings to me. Most importantly, she is God's instrument. When she sings, God's words sing through her, injecting his Gospel straight into my veins.

I've broken quite a few strings just in the past couple of months. Maybe we're together too much.. Maybe we need break..

Nah, that can't be it. I just love to worship the God who paid for my sins with his own flesh and blood. I would put a ring on it, but I wouldn't know where to put it.

Fear not! God did allow me to have some fun!
Peace, love, and microwaved chocolate chip cookies (with a cup of milk, of course!),
-Brandon